CHAPTER 9

Zara’s POV As the days passed, life settled into a comfortable routine. My son, Enrique, continued to grow and thrive, and my friendship with Nick deepened. We spent time together often, enjoying each other's company and sharing laughter. One afternoon, Nick surprised me with a small picnic in the park. It was a beautiful sunny day, and we lounged on the grass, sharing stories and indulging in delicious treats. “You know, Zara, you're an incredible mother,” Nick said, gazing at me with admiration. “Enrique is lucky to have you.” I blushed at his compliment. “Thank you, Nick. That means a lot to me. Being a mother is the most important role in my life.” “And you're doing a fantastic job at it,” he replied sincerely. We continued talking, and the conversation eventually turned to Nick's family. He spoke fondly of his parents and siblings, sharing anecdotes and memories from his childhood. It was evident that family meant a great deal to him. “I wish I had a big, loving family like yours,